The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 339 The Most Evil False Bodhisattva

After leaving the Ou residence, Lang Jiuchuan went to Huguo Temple. Little did she know that as soon as she left, many people began to inquire about her relationship with Lord Zeng and others.

Lang Jiuchuan sat cross-legged on the carriage, pondering Ou Yuanzheng's words. Yes, if she had let Ou Yuanzheng know earlier that Zhenbei Hou had used the Heart-Eating Gu to harm Lang Zhengfan, regardless of whether there was evidence or not, she would have made him suffer another blow with the emperor.

But that doesn't matter. Even if the Imperial Physician Ou doesn't know, she can still let the world know. However, she needs to put on a good show and also find out the Emperor's attitude.

pat.

The sound of the beads clashing and clicking clearly echoed inside the carriage.

Boom.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed in the sky.

The rain is coming.

Lang Jiuchuan lifted the curtain and looked outside. The sky was somewhat dark, with dark clouds rolling in, and a sudden rain was about to come, much like someone about to undergo a tribulation.

She lowered the curtain, formed a hand seal, channeled her spiritual power to her spiritual platform, and her cultivation technique circulated faster and faster, forming a vortex of spiritual power that enveloped the last bit of spiritual consciousness left behind by Jiang Che.

Looking at the little tiger cub from deep in the mountains, and then at the dark, heavy cloud overhead, Jiang Che cursed Lang Jiuchuan to death. He pointed it out but didn't tell it about the impending disaster. Was this teammate born in the Year of the Pig?

Who told it why a newborn tiger cub has to undergo tribulation? Is the Heavenly Dao so intolerant of even a tiger?
Thunder rolls from the sky.

I'm terrified of the pull.

The memories of the dead came flooding back, and it panicked. It was an unlucky tiger that had failed its tribulation before, and now it was going to have to do it again. It was really panicked, afraid of failing again. If it failed again, would even its remaining spiritual consciousness dissipate?

Jiang Che looked at the dying tiger cub, then glanced in the direction of Wu Jing, hesitating and wavering.

A born White Tiger War God should be fearless and undaunted to live up to this title.

For some reason, Jiang Che recalled Lang Jiuchuan's words, and also remembered how she had teetered on the edge of death countless times, walking through hell and hell again and again, fearless even when covered in blood.

Her dark eyes seemed to be staring right in front of it, cold and bright, with a disdainful look.

It's as if to say, if you don't even dare to do this, how can you be a teammate?
Grind your teeth and fight!
It glanced back in the direction of Wujing, and its spiritual sense rushed into the little tiger's body, taking hold of its spiritual platform. The little tiger's already wet eyes instantly became lively.

However, Jiang Che dared not be distracted in the slightest. Feeling all the fur on its body stand on end, its eyes sharpened.

coming!

A bolt of purple lightning the size of a bowl struck down, and Che gathered all his fierce and malevolent spiritual energy to meet it.

It is a descendant of the White Tiger War God, and will be drawn.

Lang Jiuchuan felt a jolt throughout her mind, as if lightning had entered her brain out of nowhere, trying to completely destroy the spiritual consciousness in her sea of ​​consciousness.

She won't allow it!
Lang Jiuchuan quickly formed hand seals, pursed his lips, and intercepted the lightning power, guiding it into his meridians, allowing the supreme yang energy to fill his body and soul.

Pain, but she deserves to suffer.

It's so hard to survive!

Every difficulty will be overcome!
The clouds parted.

The dog lay sprawled on the ground, barely alive, staring at the emerging blue sky. It grinned, its once-soft fur now singed, revealing pink, charred flesh—truly a bloody mess. Yet it survived.

It heard its kind howling from a hundred miles away, it heard the wind whistling, it heard all things singing in unison, and it felt life force surging towards it, solidifying its consciousness and soul as it merged with its physical body.

Jiang Che endured the immense pain in his body, sprang to his feet with a powerful roar, and then began to temper himself using his cultivation method.

Physical bodies are hard to come by; to become stronger, one must cultivate oneself.

Lang Jiuchuan opened his eyes, looked at the porcelain-white hands, and curled his lips. Without effort, how can there be strength?

She licked the trace of blood that had seeped from the corner of her mouth; the salty-sweet taste brought her immense pleasure.

The carriage stopped in front of the gate of Huguo Temple, where Jianlan and Granny Gu were waiting.

Lang Jiuchuan got off the carriage and, accompanied by them, walked into the temple.

The Cui family had already settled in the Jingchan Temple, where they were used to living, and this time no one dared to stop them from entering.

But those who are an eyesore never disappear.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Madam Lu, who was wearing a gray lay Buddhist robe and was accompanied by an old woman. She was carrying a basket with some steamed buns covered with white gauze, and it looked like she was going to make an offering.

I heard that this Madam Lu—oh, they've already divorced, so I can't call her Madam Lu anymore, I have to call her Madam Fang—went to live in a separate residence after divorcing Lord Lu. So why is she walking around Huguo Temple again, dressed like this?

Although she now dresses as a lay Buddhist, perhaps because her life has not been as smooth as before, her once kind and gentle appearance has changed a lot, and she has become more resentful and depressed. Even dressed as a lay Buddhist, she cannot hide her evil nature.

Uncle Lang is too soft-hearted. He didn't kill her and even let her show off in front of the Lang family. Ha, don't men know that false saints are the most wicked?

When Fang saw Lang Jiuchuan, her expression changed. The two groups were already facing each other head-on, so avoiding each other would be too deliberate.

Lang Jiuchuan made no attempt to avoid her; she simply stopped and stared at Fang Shi with her unfathomable black eyes.

When Fang saw those eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down her spine, as if she were being stared at by a venomous snake.

Suppressed by a single glance from Lang Jiuchuan, the usually arrogant girl was both annoyed and afraid. She forced a smile and said, "This must be the Ninth Miss of the Lang family, right?"

"Madam has a very good memory; it seems I have caught your eye." Lang Jiuchuan stepped forward, his voice cold: "Does Madam have nightmares tonight?"

"what?"

Lang Jiuchuan approached, looking at the jade amulet at her waist, and said meaningfully, "Madam, you're dressed as a lay Buddhist. Could it be that you've entered the Buddhist order? Some say that what truly brings peace of mind is never a protective jade amulet or how many scriptures one recites or how many Buddhas one believes in. Rather, it's about sitting upright and having proper conduct. What do you say, lay Buddhist?"

Fang's face darkened slightly as she looked at Lang Jiuchuan: "Yes, some demons and monsters can never hide in front of the Buddha."

Lang Jiuchuan reached out, and Fang Shi was so frightened that she took two steps back. But she saw that Lang Jiuchuan only raised her hand to touch her braid. The pearl on her wrist was shiny and the light stung her eyes. She couldn't help but look away and dared not look directly at it.

Lang Jiuchuan chuckled mockingly and slowly left.

As she watched her walk away, Fang's eyes were cold and deep. She tightly gripped the prayer beads in her hand. She remembered the divination her youngest son had given her, which said that she would have a bad year and that there were villains causing trouble for her.

When did her misfortunes and loss of face in the past six months begin, forcing her to live a life of hiding and humiliation?

It seems it all started when she failed to fulfill her duties as the lady of the house!
Who exactly is Lang Shi Jiu Niang, you scoundrel?
(End of this chapter)